When did we know that Botany was our passion?
In early November, as the sun rose on a warm and sunny afternoon, I stood before a beautiful, almost tropical landscape.
It was the same landscape that was visible from the other side of the world, but from the side that my parents had never visited.
They had moved to Florida years before, and while they had enjoyed their time in the US, they had no intention of returning.
The world was not their oyster.
It’s not like the people who lived in that place would ever see the sights.
But, it was a beautiful landscape and I had never seen anything like it before.
The weather was warm and clear.
The skies were clear, the skies were blue.
It felt like I had been to another planet.
I had just spent the day at the Botanical Gardens of the University of Florida, one of the most famous and most beautiful places in the world.
The Garden was a place of immense beauty and awe, filled with flora and fauna that was truly beyond description.
My parents and I took our time enjoying the sights and the sights only the botanists could see, and I remember thinking that this was the perfect place for a family vacation.
But just as I had predicted, my parents and siblings soon found themselves sitting down for dinner at a restaurant, with the only place on earth to go: Botany.
In the course of the next hour, I would have the opportunity to sit down with my mother-in-law, whose beautiful blue eyes lit up as I explained to her the story of my parents’ trip to Botany, the first time they had visited the Garden.
She listened intently, as if I was telling her the truth.
“Oh, my God, you’re so beautiful,” she said, her eyes twinkling with pride.
“You are the greatest person I’ve ever met,” I said.
My mother- in-law’s eyes lit with joy as I shared with her my amazing experiences, and the joy she felt when she found out I was an expert on botany.
She was thrilled, as I was.
I would tell her that my father, a physician, was a botanist, and that my mother was a professor at Florida State University.
She would smile and nod, as though to say, Well, yes, that’s true.
But when I told her I had the chance to become a botany professional, she looked down at her hands and then back up at me.
She said, “Why don’t you do it?
There are so many jobs out there.”
I knew what she meant.
And I wanted to be a professional botanizer, so I began to research.
I soon realized that I would be a better botaniser if I were to learn how to work with plants.
The first time I ever visited Botany and saw its gardens, I was surprised by how much more natural they looked than I expected.
The gardens were stunning.
The plants were beautiful.
There were so many species that I hadn’t even heard of.
I was blown away by the beauty.
It seemed impossible that my garden could look this beautiful.
But in truth, it could.
I decided to become more aware of the botanical world, to understand more about its beautiful creatures, and to learn as much about botany as possible.
I began taking botanical classes.
At first, I took classes in Botany 101 and Botany 200, but as my interest grew, I realized that many of the topics were not as important to me as the actual plants.
I wanted more.
I started to learn about the biology of plants and insects, and learned that they were more than just flowers and fruit.
I learned that insects were very social animals, that insects have complex social structures, and even that the male of one insect species mates with a female that he has just laid eggs on.
And finally, I learned how insects communicate through scent, sound, and touch.
I realized I needed to learn more about all of these things.
I even started taking classes in natural history and botany, and became intrigued by the possibility of studying these areas of science.
I also started to understand how botanicals could be used in many other fields, such as medicine, agriculture, and nutrition.
I loved it when I would see my friends in the Botany class, but my friends did not know that they had a passion for botany because they had not been introduced to it in high school.
I could not explain to them why I loved botany so much.
I knew it had to be true, but I did not want them to be convinced.
I tried to tell them that it was all for the better, but their answers were always the same: “You can’t be serious.”
I realized, of course, that they did not understand that it’s because I am a professional, and not because of my love